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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Man, I feel so happy and relieved."
The lad would look back every now and then. He was leading the way into the open garden. Yet he looked like he didn't believe what was happening. As though he needed to be woken up or something close to that. Alves was right behind him, taking gentle steps. The lad obviously couldn't believe that Alves really meant what he had said in the Huthi Farmland. The eyes of the lad strayed from Alves to the power bike, which was by a big tree, which was at the opening of the renowned garden. Then his attention fell back on Alves. Then suddenly, as though he couldn't keep quiet anymore, as though he couldn't take it anymore. The lad stopped walking. He waited for Alves to catch up with him. Alves wasn't surprised. He didn't stop too until he got to the lad. "His Eminence. I was stupid to raise my voice at you and act so illogically. But you don't have to do this. I am not worthy of your service. How dare I order you around or make you do something for me? Please, I don't want to disrespec
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A tear... A cut...
The big guy halted just two steps away from Alves and the lad. While the other two guys were standing behind the big guy. They were careful with their choices of actions and didn't hide it. "Where did you think you were going?"The big guy asked, staring coldly at Alves. His gaze couldn't get to the lad because the lad was now hiding behind Alves. Alves didn't quite have a problem with that. He understood that it was only right for the lad to be scared. Scared of the big guy. "You didn't think you would do all of that and would walk away just like that."The big guy pushed further. "Now, while I am being nice. Push your little brother forward and let my cousins beat the living hell out of him."The big guy took a quick pause. "This is how we will do it. While my cousins beat some sense into your little brother, you could choose whether to stand aloof and watch. Or get involved and have to go through me first."The big guy finally seemed to have come to a stop. Alves kept his eyes
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Why did you kill him?"
The lad couldn't raise his head. It felt like he was under a sort of spell. As though his neck would snap if he attempted to put up his head. They were back in the hotel room where Alves was treated. But it felt like a strange place at that moment. The lad kept the stare at the cold floor. He didn't even bat an eye. There seemed to be a lot going through his mind. It felt like his head would explode from the multitude of thoughts building up at the depth of his consciousness. And he was making efforts to sort as many as possible out. "Leave me be."Alves called out of nowhere. The lad who acted as though he was disinterested all along picked his head as though he had been waiting to do that all his life. His eyes were super active, and his face fell. Alves took a glance at the lad, then looked away at once. The lad who had been addressed, though made meaning of it, yet was reluctant to act on it. Perhaps because of the urgency of the order or because he never could have imagined
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Flashes.
For a few seconds, Alves was quite surprised that Villian was here. He had a couple of reasons, but he didn't make it evident in his facial reaction. "Boss, where have you been? You shouldn't do this to me. You know how much I love and miss you."Alves was trying to recall what happened the last time he met with Villain. He was trying to reach the distant thought but he couldn't quite reach it. And it was quite annoying that with all he did and how he strained to get the knowledge and reach at the memory, he just couldn't help himself. He heaved a sigh. He didn't want to hold unto something which had proven to be useless. Alves took a quick glance at Villian as soon as Villian lifted his body. When his eyes met Villain, he turned and walked back into the hotel room. "Should I come in?"Villian called at Alvss, who had gotten to a section of couches in the hotel room. The room was archetype to a sort of hall which comprised of a dining place, sitting room, bedroom, a bar, and more
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Primordial
Villian kept approaching Alves. Alves had no idea what to do. Not yet. There were a couple of things flying around in his head, and he didn't know which of the multitude to grasp. Now that he knew that Villian was a threat, not to him but to the people of the world. He wouldn't let that get to him. He wouldn't allow himself to be swept off his feet every time by surprise. Alves was expecting what would happen in the nearest second. Villian was getting closer and closer and closer till he finally got to where Alvess was seated. Naturally, by the call of his instinct, Alves could have jumped up on his feet. He could have taken a stance for a fight, but he didn't do any of the above. For a sheer moment, he was forced to think that his Ri was the one responsible for that awkward moment. To think of it, it made sense if his Ri was acting that way and was responsible for the odds. He might be doing it as a payback to Alves. Alves didn't care. There was no point crying over spilt milk. V
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? MAINA
"Say the words now!!!"Alves roared at Villian. Alves didn't look like he would take back his actions. With the manner at which he was ready to approach what comes after these actions, it didn't seem as though he regretted any of the actions. Instead, it was as though he would do even worse than that if at the end of the day, he didn't get to have his way. He was approaching Villian again. Villian was trying to roll to his side. He was in pain and couldn't hide it. He seemed to have broken some few bones of the ribs. Villian tried to sit up but fell on his back again. Alves got to him, towering over him. He looked down at Villian, who didn't want to look him in the eyes. It was hard to tell what was going through Villian's mind. But, the sudden change of Alves obviously caught the fellow off guard. Villian could never have imagined something like that. Even Alves didn't know that he would let all lose at that particular time. It was as though the actions had another wheel steering
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Slow Wit
"Where is the way to the rooftop?"Alves stopped as soon as he saw the lad. The lad who had been expecting to see him spun around at once. He had excitement, struggling with anxiety stalking his timid face. "His Eminence. Come with me, I'll show you to the place."The lad turned around and started to lead the way. "I appreciate your proactive nature, but just point me in the direction. I want to be alone. On a more serious note."Alves called at the lad, but this time, it wasn't authoritative or how it used to be. This time, he looked to be a little lax and gentle. It was quite hard to tell what he was up to. The lad who had slowly turned back to him to watch him speak wasn't sure of what to make of his sudden reactions too. It was a random change, which he couldn't imagine. He wanted to wait for a while to check out what might be the possibility, but the urgency in the face of Alves gave him no choice. "Alright. Please come with me."The lad said. Alves didn't hesitate. He foll
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? ...what chaos awaits you in the nearest of days."
Alves wasn't sure of what to believe. Of course, he had a lot of questions, but he didn't quite know which of the questions to build upon. He looked to be awestruck and confused simultaneously. His eyes would dance in their sockets, and he would try to link the sight to the brains. "Mia..."He called the name again and again as Mia kept on walking towards him briskly. Even though he knew that it was just a matter of time before she got to him, yet he felt like..."What are you - how did you know that I am here?"Alves asked as soon as she got to him and stood right at his front. She was looking him right in the eyes. Alves found it quite weird. There were a couple of things to read to that. And she seemed weird, too. "Mia... How did you figure out that I would be -"Alves couldn't carry on with the words. He felt flesh in his lips. It happened too quickly that he couldn't react at once. Things like this would happen to him often. He should be used to them, yet he couldn't help him
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"Hi! I'm the anonymous!"
News began to spread across Grimmings about the mystery of the newly discovered Dragon King and mysterious Trillionaire. The news started as still and random as the flowing breeze, until there was a twist which made it hostile, raging like a ferocious wind across Grimming Hills. "That can't be true." Someone said to the people who surrounded him. "The dragon King? He is who?" The same person carried on the argument. "You were not listening?! I said that he was the same person as the son-in-law of the Casper mansion!" The lady who was the centre of attention, said. "What!" Almost everyone who was encircled in that group exclaimed at the discovery. "How is that even possible? It does not make any sense." Someone argued passionately. "That was the same thing I thought in the first place, but for no reason, things started to play out." "But we only just discovered that the dragon King is alive. It hadn't even been more than twenty minutes ago since the press meeting ended! How coul
"Alves?!"
Inside the Casper mansion, there were a couple of people gathered in the living room. They all had their eyes glued to the screen of the TV. Their facial reactions emphasised how absorbed and engulfed they were by whatever was going on on the screen. "Why does it feel like I'll die of curiosity?" Michael muttered, almost falling off his seat. "My heart will be ripped open." Simeon had few of his fingers over his lips in anticipation. "I can't breathe." Their sister was trying to divide her attention between not looking and looking. Madam Casper was seated in her special chair, staring sternly at the screen. Her gaze was locked in as though she would be paid handsomely for the attention squandered. No, invested!On the screen of the TV, there was an explosion at the entrance of the media train, and everyone was waiting, watching with their hearts in their mouths. A man dressed in an entire that wasn't typical of the modern era walked into the media train. There was a black mask on
"I present to you..."
The Prime Minister walked briskly into the media train. There were all several screens set up. As soon as he stepped into the designated area, all the cameras and lightening whirred in his direction. His face was supplanted in the chain of screens, which looked like a cinema. There was hardly anyone on the media train. The cameras seemed to have the mind of their own, zooming in at intervals on the face and other parts of the Prime Minsiter. "Now you are live." A robotic voice said in the train. The Prime Minister took two steps forward into the stream of limelight. "I'm sure that everyone knows who I am." He started. "I am the Prime Minister of this great country, Grimming Hills." He continued. "There has been a lot happening in this country ever since I assumed the position. Though most of them have been significant changes and growth in the economic sector of the country, some of them have been a little concerning." "At least, so it started in the past few months until recen
"That's if it was a human."
Alves was waiting patiently for the arrival of the Prime Minister. No matter how much he tried to dissuade himself from worrying about the punk who had claimed to have his full picture, he just couldn't get the thoughts off his head. He got up from the couch and walked towards the door again. "When did the media get here? I mean, it hasn't even been a minute since the news was broadcast. How could they have arrived here in such a sort space of time?" He murmured, looking through the door. He walked out of the door and headed towards the gate. He was in the compound of the tower. No matter how zealous and intentional the media personnel were, they could never break in. "We are here to meet with the mystery man!" A voice called from outside the compound. "Please, we would love to have a word with you, sir.""Please come answer some of our questions." "We know you are in..."Alves could hear the people calling at him. Leaving the compound premises wouldn't be much of a hassle for h
The Dragon King.
The flaps of giant wings preceeded the wave of wild wind, which swept across Huthi Farmland. The dragon descended at the front of the two bamboo stalks which served as the portal to the parallel world. "What the hell?" Alves was reluctant to climb down from the back of the dragon. It had been clouds and clouds when they travelled from the place where they left the Supreme Majesty. To suddenly find himself back at Grimming Hills was something he could never have anticipated. "Why did I find myself here? Why didn't I return to the Kingdom? What happened? Is this the doings of the Supreme Majesty?" The dragon pushed its head forward till it touched touched the earth. Alves climbed down from its back. "Did I really fly from like two worlds to Huthi under an hour?" He heard the wings of the dragon flap. The Supreme Majesty had told him that the dragon was his spiritual pet. He still didn't know what that really meant. The dragon lifted itself from the earth, and off it flew, as
"Your Spiritual Pet."
"What is sleep?"The Supreme Majesty asked again, waking Alves from his sleep. Alves sat up suddenly. He looked around him. It was as though he was making an effort to understand what was happening."What causes sleep?"The question came again, and he looked in the direction of the voice. Seeing the Supreme Majesty, he looked around him again. He was in a strange area. Clouds surrounded the both of them, yet the earth was rocky beneath him. He slowly got up on his feet. The Supreme Majesty had his back to him. Alves took careful steps towards the divine creature. "Where am I?""Where are we?"Alves asked intermittently. "What is this place?"When he looked to his front again, the Supreme Majesty was no longer there. Alves was neither surprised nor flustered. He had grown to acknowledge wonders like that. "Do not play the word game, Son."The voice came from behind him this time. He turned to look. "Why do you keep asking me what causes sleep? And what does sleep mean?"Alves arg
"...I'll do it. It's why I'm here..."
Warm hands were wrapped around his arm as he was led towards the lake. He couldn't make them stop. He didn't want to. They led him into the water. He took a few steps, pushing the water with his knees. That was how much he had been gobbled up by depth of that part of the lake. When he looked down to see, he could see the depth of the lake so plainly and clearly. The lake was crystal clear. The base of the lake was fine. No stone, no speckle. Just pure white sand. He looked to the front and couldn't find any sort of creature in the lake. No fish, no matter how small. Not even a fingerling. When warm palms glid down his arms and chest, that was when he was knocked back to the reality, which was quickening and pacing. The ladies were rubbing his arms and chest. They were scooping water and washing him. He wanted to argue with them, but then he recalled that it was the man from the hall who must have given them the guts to do that. He decided to go along with whatever they had in mi
The Emerald Prince.
"What causes sleep?"A voice zoomed to Alves as soon his eyes opened. He sat up and looked around him. At first, he didn't see who was talking, but when he looked again, there was an old but lanky man standing not far from him. The man had white flowing beards, which were in knots. His hair was snowy white with strands of blacks. "Do you have an idea, dear son?"The man turned away from him and walked towards something that looked like a throne. A shiny throne carved out of red gold. Alves had never seen anything of such elegance and beauty. The sight alone was breathtaking. HE JUST CALLED ME SON?Though Alves' mind was busy admiring the qualities and beauty of the Palace, he didn't trade the important details. Alves watched the old yet young man settle into the thrown. He quickly looked around him if there was any other person in the Palace. There was no one in sight. His only company was the strange old man. DID THOSE WINGED CREATURES BRING ME HERE? IS HE THE SUPREME MAJESTY? MY
Fragrances
"I'll kill you! You are dead!!!"Alves yelled as he kept falling and falling till THUD, his body hit the hot and thick surface of the body of lava. "Oh Lord. Oh God. I'm dead."He started to fight his way, trying to do whatever he could to get out of the thick and sticky body of liquid. "Do something you fucking, Ri. Fucking do something! Where is the hidden weapon I would be able to use in a difficult time?"In the middle of his bickers and yelling, something quite strange hit him. "Huh?"For a moment, he stopped fighting and kicking. "Wait a minute."He pulled one of his hands out of the thick liquid. "What's happening?"He turned the sticky hand to this side and that side. "Nothing is happening. No pain? No scar? No heat?"He couldn't believe his eyes. He tried to move his body in the lava. He turned around and saw how fiery and scary the lava seemed from distance. Moving to this side and that, he felt no pain. It felt like he was drowning in mud. Instead of a lava. "Is thi
